Below [2/4] (Divinity // The Descent and Return)

Rise… and remember. But not all who rise… reach the light. Some learn to breathe in the depths instead. You walk where the warmth forgets your name, through rivers that whisper in tongues of stone. Every echo bends the air around you, every step weighs more than before. You chose to look beneath the surface. Now the shadows know your sound. Do not fear them — they were waiting for you. You are falling below the horizon, where the mirrors no longer lie. Every spark becomes a memory, and the cold begins to feel like home. You reach for what can’t be seen, but it pulls you gently down. Beneath the silence, a thousand eyes, watching you become their dream. Listen — the ground still breathes your name. Follow its rhythm, not your fear. The deeper you sink, the clearer you are. You are falling below the horizon, where the mirrors no longer lie. Every spark becomes a memory, and the cold begins to feel like home. You are falling below the horizon, where the mirrors no longer lie. Every spark becomes a memory, and the cold begins to feel like home. Below the surface, you are seen. Do not rise yet… the world above still sleeps.